If a sports car to a man is a penis extension, then what is a giant 4×4 school-run-mobile to an urban Mother?

I ask, as that ride isn’t making your cahoonas look any bigger, or your ass any cuter, you dishevelled looking old bitch. I can assure you that those zig-zag lines by the school don’t mean “please park behind me, that’s it, just by the zebra crossing”. Though to be fair you’re so bloody high up in that thing you probably can’t even see the road markings. (more…)

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